365 people made me a baseball psychic

I have accepted a challenge of making a list of 365 people who have in some way touched my life. Next I am to write a little blurb about them with a small hitch. I must write using the exact amount of words that equal my age for each person. In my case 41. At first I thought this would be impossible. My next thought was it would be a breeze. Now I go back and forth between the impossibilities and the opportunities

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Happiness is a choice!

Sunday, February 11, 2007

210. George

The other outcast in the family we married into. Loved us but never understood us. We were allies. I left the family through divorce. Still married, you left in a different way. We continue meet on the outskirts of the property line.

209. Darnell

“We love you because you’re not datable.” Explaining the reasons I am still single. Too independent. Too many “guy” friends. The yelling started when he said something about my big mouth. The violence ensued after he asked if my daughter was available.

208. Dan

NO! Not now! Dan wouldn’t listen. Had to throw that egg. We ran for what seemed like hours in those woods. That cop was pissed and relentless. “Egging a police car on hell night. Smart move, asshole.” That’s why I love him!

(Some people you just cannot describe in a limited amount of words. I could write books about my adventures with Dan. Things like me duct taping my own mouth at his wedding and leaving another friends wedding on motorcycles in suit and gown and explaining the bullet holes in his EX-girlfriends car and on and on)

207. Robin Church

A Life cut short makes one really question everything in the universe. A car out of control meant you would never see your 18th birthday. Sitting day and night with your mother in that cold sterile hospital, waiting-hoping-praying. All to no avail.

206. Teala

One little accident proving you can can-open a car and you refused to drive with me without my full-face-motorcycle-helmet on. “Wonder Twin Powers Activate! Bartenders Unite!” We were the shit at the end of the night! Of course everyone else was drunk.

205. Yvonne from Beefsteak Charlies

You asked me to take the table after they called you Kyke. Ignorance isn’t bliss it’s ignorance and unacceptable. I wanted to spit in their food. You wouldn’t let me lower myself. You taught me to be a strong server and tolerant.

(I enjoyed explaining to that family of four it may sound like a German-word but Kyke or Kike was actually a slur used against Jews not Germans.)

204. General, aka Jon

“Did I ever tell you that you are my favorite Conference Services Manager?” Yes I did. Just about every day. (not just when I needed something) Thank you for your support and almost losing your job when I was “let go”. You knew what team work was about.

203. John Freed

Stepping in to fill your shoes was tough. You, the engineer with all the computer knowledge. Me, the one who bull-shitted my way through the interview. You shared secrets with me helping me to succeed. You were genuinely happy when I did.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

202. Matt (Green Mountain Boy)

July 4th, 2002 contained more fireworks than we were prepared for. Friends for years, playmates only once. You called once you settled in Woodstock. We never spoke again. I told you I never wanted to be anyone’s regret. You promised I wasn’t.